Summarize your novel
>In 1850, a misanthropic but naive Russian teenager leaves Siberia for Alaska. After accidentally killing a renowned bandit, he embarks on a spiritual and physical journey across the American West.
>Satirical comedy most closely influenced by Voltaire, Dostoevsky, and Joyce.
>Incorporates Western philosophy and history throughout.
In 1990s France, a teen atheist struggles with his sexuality after having a homoerotic dream about Muhammad. He converts to Islam and finds himself increasingly attracted to the fascist ideologies.
The novella, not a novel, incorporates Scrutton's critique of Foucault, Heideggerian transhumanism, original thoughts on men's liberation, and gun rights.
Teen rapist is on the lamb in the grand canyon during monsoon season; big meanie christian sheriff hunts and his quiet deputy sexcat hunt him down, bringing along a squad of natives whose reverence for the natural and spiritual world eventually divide the two lawmen in their objective.
redpilled cyberpunk novel. Think neuromancer meets turner diaries plus a side of Austrian economics and antifeminism. The year is 2030. USA is now a cultural marxist gynocracy, black power transgendered caliphate. White thought criminals being assassinated by zionist drone strikes. Our hero is a former marine and crack hacker/software developer. Together with a crew of cyber-odinists, techno-crusaders and reactionary hackers, he will attempt to bring down the ZOG once and for all.
>20 year old neet who lives at home and comments on the post-high school dissociation that occurs when you're pretty damn intelligent, too pathetic to do anything about it, and waste your days away on a Cambodian Shadow Puppet Symposium
Basically "Me, the book"
Sans the intelligence part tho
>Step one: kill self
>If you're reading this, you failed step one
>Step two: Internalize and accept your failure as a part of your personality
>You are, at your core, a failure
>Step three: kill self
>Step four: Couldn't do it again I see?
a novel involving a cultish multilevel marketing scheme, looming thermonuclear holocaust, the desolation of modern life, and new form of mysticism based on popular culture and advertising
A college dropout is staying with his family in small town Quebec during Ice Storm '98. He gets lost trying to visit a video rental store and becomes gradually frustrated when his hometown becomes increasingly unfamiliar to him. This is all a cheap allegory for the encroaching threat of globalization.
Sounds real cliche and shitty
Hope it's bait
Would read a couple of paragraphs
Could be funny. I'd read it if I was sure it doesn't have philosophical pretensions. Maybe more potential as a short story tho
Sounds more like a short story too
lol pynchonesque xD
Bonfire of Vanities II?
Addendum: The threat globalization poses to traditionalism, economy, culture and most of all the ideological substantialism of a single mind in a world that has increasingly little regard for the individual. Later in the narrative the protagonist begins to literally mutate on a memetic level into a demographically similar welsh nationalist in 2009.
noir detective story of a struggling veteran of the Boer Wars who decided to become a detective in Russian-occupied 1890s Warsaw after his friend introduces him to Sherlock Holmes stories
he quickly realises that they're just books and nearly starves to death looking for actual cases until one evening a blackmailed officer of the Russian police offers him a hefty sum of money for dealing with a seemingly minor case of blackmail
intrigue leads the main character to explore the criminal underbelly of Warsaw canals in a quest for truth about the blackmailer's identity, then it gets a little religious
A young congenital amputee has a dream about a witch in an underground cave in a agricultural canal who takes his arm away before birth. Once he's older he treks toward the same canal he saw in his dreams and attempts to meet her again for a discussion.
Not sure where to go from there, but the witch means many different things to me.
>A very small country where everyone knows each other in the alps
>Basically ignored into independence
>They want to be 'big'
>Force their king to become president for life
>Decide to send a team to the olympics
>it turns out their best athletes are all criminals
>send them anyways
>turn their motel into an embassy. Each country gets a room (they'll just slide out the numbers with a plastic flag)
A fedora Atheist has a near death experience and sees Hell. He comes back and desides to spread the word that there is nothing in order to trick people into going to Hell. He is a nihilist who was viewed as most fedoras are and so hates everyone. He is also vain and self assured - far too much to admit being wrong.
Sounds like crap geopolitical satire.
Weird and maybe slightly Freudian I dunno.
If you actually have sufficient knowledge of and experience with late 19th century Warsaw this could be good.
Sounds like the premise for a terrible 80s movie.
More awful political satire.
Straw-Man: The Novel. Even Dostoevsky isn't this shameless in his satire of atheists.
In a Germany that could have been, the kaiser arrives at a stalemate to end the first world war, and two young men strive for fame and glory in the international air races. After an economic crash tears their dream away, and one of them is sent to prison for a crime his father commited, they rebuild their lives in two ways. The prisoner finds God, and seeks the paths of wisdom and righteousness. The other falls in with gangsters and thieves and tries to resurrect their old dream. What ensues is the clash of two brothers, one fallen, one good, and the rise of Moloch, the king-god of Oppressors. The theme is the ascendancy of man, in the divine, and the temporal.
Also the air races are death races so it's gonna be fun.
A king has disdain for one of his servants but then finds out that his servant is the real king - hidden as a child as a servant during a previous revolution. They now go by their birth names. They switch places and the servant gets his revenge but the people rebel at the king for a military failure by the previous king. They guillotine the king and restore the servant to the kingship while he is now under a different name.
Rough idea don't have it completely thought out yet.
>Setting: Near future setting where most labor is done by high advanced robots and the like, however only certain (extremely wealthy) communities are able to utilize them. Smaller places still need man power.
>first character is a very good man who comes from a very poor/small settlement. He's speared from the woman he intended to marry (not sure if he's drafted or possibly just picked for a merchant caravan or what yet)
>the trip he's on goes sideways and he ends up hundreds of miles from where he's from. He has to journey across lawless lands to eventully make his way home again. Along the way he ends up having to murder, lie, and steal just to stay alive.
>eventually he makes it to her (I'm thinking it'll be around a two year gap) and just as he's about to approach her but he realizes that he can't go back to her. He looks down to the bullet holes in his coat and the notches on his pistol's bore. He knows he's been changed too much by the land he's traveled and that she could never love a man with a pistol on his hip.
>so he leaves and enters the lawless lands once again.
>eventually the second character is introduced. A young man who is saved by the first character during an attack on his settlement.
>the two travel together, the first character finds it important to shield the second from the bad things he's had to do.
>eventually either A: the first character gets him to a very large settlement (one with robot workers) and drops him off there to be safe and leaves or B: the first character dies during their journey in a gun fight and the second character has to run off without him into the night and eventually makes it to the large settlement.
>from there focus on second character. Explore ideas/consequences of living in a community where no one has to work and most everything is at a person's finger tips.
>eventully though rumors of an internal power struggle emerge and fighting breaks out.
>the second character protects himself and his friends (I.E. The people who have lived in the settlement their whole life and are very sheltered) and by the end of the conflict they are the ones who emerge victorious.
>they celebrate but the second character, who's done the majority of the fighting for them, now feels tainted by the blood on his hands. Either A: sad ending where he just kinda lives with this intense feeling of alienation and knowledge that he's different from the rest of them. Or B: he leaves the settlement because he knows that he doesn't belong there anymore. He isn't "pure"
>talk a lot about the symbolism of the weapon someone uses. Use elements of Greek tragedy. Include Western motifs/aesthetic in a way. Talk about the relationship between prosperity and criminal activity Other stuff.
A diary style format written by someone with mental illness who by a series of poor choices progressively falls into darkness. The narrator is obviously unreliable and the reader is left to untangle the delusion from the reality.
Manic Depressive/Bipolar lead singer of a New Order cover meets/commingles with a struggling painter.
Novel explores ideas of mental illness, mental illness in relation to art, mental illness in relationships, whether to emotionally and mentally fucked people can be good for each other, and whether or not you should put the person you have feelings for as a higher priority than yourself.
Damn, all these people thoroughly explaining the content of their novel.
>it's very kafkaesque dostoyesque camus inspired
I'm writing a short story collection right now. One of the stories is about a redneck whose wife leaves him.
>Deformed mole people in tanks that wage war upon loosely bound nations forever underground. They are ignorant to how the fumes slowly choke to death in a commentary upon the folly of man and it's ability to destroy itself through hatred and ignorance.
The stage: a Canadian grocery store. A cashier discovers a conspiracy which may or may not actually exist. Meanwhile we follow the redemption arc of a man who may either be a recovering alcoholic or a government sleeper agent. Generally the theme is the value of mundane life. Magic realism aspects are present; the main character interacts with characters from Greek and Native American mythology.
A man obsessed with time returns everyday to a café, waiting for the only woman he thinks he ever loved. However, when she does appear, twenty-five years after having left for South America, they find out that love is not how they thought it was.
NEET hates himself so much he seeks to destroy everything that keeps him going. He thinks the state is what perpetuates his behavior so He becomes a politician with his own party and somehow his party actually gains traction. Hes the most honest politician to ever exist people see him as quirky and interesting and he ends up winning. An anti politician but sort of the opposite of Donald Trump. He can't be bought because he's so detached he couldn't care less about ameliorating his own life. This takes place in Canada, which under his leadership fragments into several new nations.
no. don't. you're obviously trying way too hard to fit with the /lit/ crowd by mimicking the russian writers this board loves to jerk off.
why would you write about something you don't know? with your limited experience, what could you possibly understand about the siberian identity that a russian hasn't already written about, or could write about better than you?
if you want to write an interesting, well-informed book, flip your idea around and write about a naive american (or whatever white-bread country you're from) teenager disillusioned with his country, perhaps a third or fourth generation russian immigrant, who runs away to russia in hopes of finding some form of identity in his "mother" land. but instead, all he finds is nihilism.
Taking a break from writing novels as I am not yet prepared for the devotion so I'm writing short stories. Now, I'm writing one about a man who hears a Regina Spektor song and believes that the lyrics are written about him; he is convinced that she followed him and was motivated by his inability to edit his writing, to write the song. He encounters her--or a woman who resembles her-- and emphatically asks what she meant in writing the part of the song that suggests she knows why he cannot edit. He is prevented from receiving an answer from the man she is with and as a result, he devotes himself to eradicating the man so that he would not be again disturbed upon asking her.
It's all for fun but I am not ashamed to admit that within me is the hope that it will someday be published, win the attention of Regina Spektor who would then naturally be obliged to offer me her hand.
An expat photographer living in Guangzhou, China, meets up with a woman he used to be in love with, a Chinese girl who, since disappearing from his life, has obtained the mysterious ability to make people go mad with lust just by speaking, and is now in hiding from the government, who want to use her as part of a propaganda campaign. Since she can't speak to him properly, he reads the journal she's written recounting the time since they last saw each other. Half of the narrative is this journal, narrated by the past version of her, and the other is narrated by him in the present, as he tries to find time to read it between evading both government security forces and the treacherous urgings of his own libido, which keep telling him he's still in love with her.
A politician wakes up one morning to find his Homo partner lying dead beside him in their hotel room.
Three days later, a female business executive discovers shares inside info on the impending crash of multi billion dolla MNC to a Singapore-based investment banker.
Three sailors in a Korean fishing rig discover something horrifying in the Bay of Bengal.
These three events would get connected in a single, intricate and masterly plot that'll sweep Ludlum off his feet... If he were alive. Or not. Donno, just gonna keep writing
My appreciation for her is not dependent on her musical ability but the aesthetic wonder of her form as woman. The music is incidental; it is the manifestation of beauty in the pallor, the physique, and--if you watch an interview or two--disposition. She is the idea, but that isn't to discredit her music. I have no opinion of her newer works but I can tell you that I am fond of her early albums.
College student is writing a book, but never actually progressing past the beginning (repeatedly starts over at different moments in the story). The actual life of the student is written in a plain realist style and details his interactions with different students and teachers who each have their own peculiar, and universally poorly thought out, opinions on art and literature. The main conflict is between the narrator and a peer from a creative writing class who everyone derides without actually listening to what he has to say (none of his dialogue is written until the climax and instead you can only guess at what he says based on the mockery people inflict on him).
The story the student is writing is done with a changing style, but basically boils down to someone getting into a nasty anonymous argument with someone that devolved into stupid threats and then becoming paranoid that some of those ridiculous threats to them would be carried out.
that's probably what Chad thinks of her when he paints her face with his semen and makes her gag on his cock.
but yeah, she'll totally go for an out of shape groupie stalker who writes out his fantasies of killing her bae n winning her affection with prose.
That's a fine and arousing picture you've painted and I must thank you for it. I would not go so far as to consider myself a groupie; I am indifferent to her position as a musician and I think a groupie does not hold this indifference. Tell me friend, what do you think of the idea; I am finishing it now and have been enjoying it tremendously. Regina Spektor was chosen for the song which motivates his obsession; it has nothing to do with her. Her abandoning everything for me is only a potential byproduct of course.
Mentally ill woman is actually not that great and nobody falls in love with her screaming and 'quirkiness'.
She never displays growth and does not change by the end of the novel.
I figure tumblr will eat it up as some sort of masterpiece about society and how mean it is to women.
Really I just don't have the skills to write anything decent but still want easy money and my name on a book.
What's it about NEETs always living with their mothers? Is the lack of a father figure the reason they became NEETs? Are high divorce rates responsible? Does the meme of niggers not knowing their fathers apply to white America as well? Will Trump make America great again and restore family values...
I think the idea's fine, but that Regina Skeptor bit would make a lot of ppl not pick it up. Maybe change it to a fictional artist's fictional song. But then you won't get to be in Ms Skeptor's pants. Sounds like fanfic but instead of Twilight or some manga/cartoon you're fanficcing some song.
A disenfranchised Russian orthodox leaves his country during the time of troubles after he begins to lose his faith. He travels to the Dutch and Spanish new world (Protestant and Catholic), as well as The Ottoman Empire (Islam), exploring his faith and the differences and similarities between them
>I think the idea's fine
You've made my day friend, but it has to remain Regina Spektor. The lyrics of the song are targeted to an individual who is able to write but not edit and that is the predicament that my man is stuck in, having devoted himself to writing but unable to get anything published because of his inability to edit. I suppose the same message can be derived from a fictional song if the lyrics are kept the same or slightly augmented but naturally, I would sooner have a handful read it if it meant that I can harbor the dream that it will come to fall in Her hands. I appreciate your input.
Teenage terrorists are confronted with the anxiety of influence over their act, and decide to eschew the sincerity of the act by being ironically sincere and embarking on a "satirical" terrorist attack.
The final years of Rhodesia told via the formative years of the son of a farmer. I want to try and communicate a sense of the loss that was felt there as the Magabe regime destroyed anything good that was there.
sounds like the white man's longing for the good ol days.
You can't do it better than Coetzee, who atleast was able to make it tolerable by showing the real undercurrents of such a society. Pick something else.
Watch porn and write as you do it; eventually your skill will increase but so too will the magnitude of torment that your soul will suffer. I imagine that's what I would do if I was without a conscience or dignity.
Slightly edgy teenager in rural Nebraska searches for goodness and meaning in life after the disappearance of his younger sister, whose body is later found in a field. Coming-of-age about morality, truth, and the inevitability of death with bits of entry level philosophy and dark humor.
If you can't already tell, it's going to be reddit-tier shit
I'm no puritan, I just don't know how to write it in a way that doesn't make me cringe when I read it back. Its like its impossible for it not to come across like someone's fan fiction.
I think I've just got to accept that a novella about self inserts fucking isn't gonna sound good to me.
I'm a woman, but erotica aimed at ladies just makes me grimace. How can I make it interesting? Do people like to read porn with a plot?
Well if you're a woman you need only set up a cam and abide by the demands of some debauched men to make easy money. I assume if you are not repulsed by the notion of writing erotica, then you are at least depraved enough to expose yourself to some men online.
>It's 1974, a junkie journalist in Sacramento, California finds a cat in an alleyway, and finds out his ex-girlfriend is fucking another man, which he obsesses over as he tries to quit smoking and does all sorts of drugs. His room-mate tries to rape him so he moves in with his friend, an artist. Throughout he is hired as a journalist to study the Nuclear Energy Reorganization Act of '74 for an eccentric born-again Christian millionaire.
I'm in too deep, lads.
IKTF, I'm this anon:
I just want my book done at this point, hence "i'm in too deep." It's actually a realyl neatly written novel, but pretty boring, I guessl Most of it is just a junkie journalist having delusions of grandeur and lusting after his ex-girlfriend who had long since forgotten him.
The missionary work of a Byzantine priest in a Dobrudjan community composed of Slavs and Thraco-Romans sometime in the 10th century. The story would culminate with the Orthodox baptism of Bogdan(''Given by God''), child of the Slavic tribal leader's son and the daughter of his Thraco-Roman counterpart, thus symbolizing the beginning of the Romanian identity from both an ethnic(thracoslavic) and cultural(slavo-byzantine) perspective.
I hate how our intellectual elite grossly downplayed the role of the Slavs in the ethnogenesis of the Romanian nation and promoted their absurd Latinist propaganda in which Romanians are an ethnic 'Roman' nation descendant from italic colonists surrounded by a 'sea of slavs' and barbarians, separated from their 'western brothers'.
A NEET reflects on his first year after school, moving out of home and failing his way through university. His roommate spends her weekends at her boyfriend's house, so he develops a routine of taking her clothes and wearing them while he faps. One Friday night as he's sampling her clothes she unexpectedly comes home with her boyfriend. The NEET hides under the bed and cums buckets as they have sex above him.
In an individualist, social-liberal dystopia, the role of the humanities is only to argue the merits of the current state narrative. An entire class of second-rate philosophers devote themselves only to memorising the arguments and discourse surrounding the laws of the state.
In addition the population growth has declined rapidly and the state selects couples to reproduce. One such second-rate philosopher, now a government worker, must convince a couple of their duty to something greater than themselves.
he's not really a sad junkie, just a bit of a reflective guy. Here, I'll post a little bit. Should I post:
1) Him waking up at the beginning of the book
2) The Journalist learning about what he did when he was drunk the night before
3) The protagonist lamenting change and going into a state of existential dread because a store he once went to closed down
my novel is highly fictionalized, and I don't hide that at all. It's so filled with magical realism that anybody thinking it was supposed to represent reality would be an idiot.
One day a sheltered child discovers a path in his backyard which leads to a forest. The only maps of his town that he can find in the local library are outdated by years so he begins to explore and draw a map of the forest in the time between when he gets home from school and his parents get home from work. His efforts are frustrated as the forest seems to change everyday from what he draws on his map.
On his birthday his parents buy him an atlas and he throws out the old one he'd inherited after his grandmother's death. He's devastated to learn about the collapse of the Soviet Union in this way and how the new atlas seemingly willed into existence all these new countries. He takes his map and buries it in the forest.
if it makes you feel better, my German Grandfather, who was conscripted into the Whermacht in WWII, ran away and went to Romania, where he married a romanian girl and got deeply involved with their culture. I'm not the dude you're replying to. I just like romania.
In the future the human brain and its mechanisms of action have been completely discovered. A new form of media is in the "memory banks", where people can live memorise or experiences. Each Saturday night one memory bank serves a dirtily-dressed forty-something client who re-experiences memories of his girlfriend, before she dumped him after high school.
I love the Romania of my ancestors, of martyrs and saints, of noble voivodes and courageous hajduks; not the bastardization of its history and culture that came from the Phanariote period onwards. First out of a somewhat justifiable political necessity and then from a developing westernist fetishism and the resulting complex of inferiority resulting from it, modern Romanians have a fabricated national culture. If we perceive authentic culture as that which is natural, shaped by the environment and the instinctual will of the community and not the result of an elite enforcing its views on the community for whatever reasons, then the culture of the Serbians, Bulgarians and Orthodox Albanians is closer to Romanian culture than the culture of modern Romanian society.
Don't worry, the book doesn't start with him waking up, it starts with him talking about a sleazeball drug dealer. I just meant "beginning of the book" as in "after a night of hedonism somewhere near the start of the actual story"
Yes. Literally. Here, I'll post it. This is in the "not edited yet" part of the book, so don't judge too hard.
"It was interesting, according to Rembrandt, seeing the city in a different light. In the daytime, it was not solely a different perspective, but seemingly a different world. Puddles that at one point had reflected the world above, like tiny black drips of space on the ground that had fallen all full of stars, had dissolved in the sunlight and left barren concrete where they once were. Alleyways that you wouldn’t dare even look down at 4am now looked friendly enough, brightly coloured graffiti welcoming you in to the fire-escapes and exit-doors and trash-cans and recycling bins and people talking and children playing. Passing by the campus we saw the store where I once had gotten my coffee exclusively. I stopped the car, pulled the paring brake, and ran out to greet the familiar shop-keeper, only to find a completely different fellow. A Pakistani man offered me some cigarettes, but I said no thank you and that I had quit, and I asked about the old polish man who had owned the place and who had worked the place every day as far as I could tell. Apparently he’d sold the shop and skipped town. Maybe something to do with the polish mafia, maybe not. He didn’t really know. I didn’t really want to guess, but it somehow made me deeply sad to think that things were changing so quickly.
Change is could be for the better, of course, but everybody places a certain value in nostalgia; and the changing, however small, of a place so holy as a corner store can have a multitude of effects of the psyche of an individual so caught up in vice and routine. A deep dread came over me, I thought of Celine, and I thought of how everything changed. A year before we’d have walked in to the shop together, poured ourselves coffees, bought some cigarettes, and spent the afternoon talking about movies like Breathless and The Four Hundred Blows, and all the wonderful French fashion that her aunt had brought back from her trip to Paris, and the great dope she’d just scored from that Asian guy who always hung-out round campus street-corners looking for students to hook; all young visionaries full of desire and delinquency and a destructive thirst for escapism. But all of that changed. It was probably for the best that I’d quit smoking, at any rate.
this is pretty much an integral scene for the protagonist, because for the entire book he's been trying to convince himself that Celine, his ex, might still love him, and this is the first time that he's actually starting to realize things were starting to be different. I'm trying not to rip off Inherent Vice too much with the whole "the hippie dream is dying" thing.
I like it.
If I could give some advice, from "I didn't really want to guess" to "so caught up in vice and routine" seems unnecessarily explanatory.
I feel like "he didn't really know" going into "a deep dread came over me" would get your point across in a less matter-of-fact way. But there's a significant chance I dunno what I'm talking about.
fair enough, man. I don't either. Like I said this book has been 75% written on heavy painkillers as I've been forced to quit smoking thanks to some operations I've got going on. I'm in the junkie mindset.
>American teenager in a small town falsely accused and convicted of rape, sentenced to 5 years in prison
>after being brutally beaten and humiliated, he falls in with neo-nazis for protection
>initiation rite is to shank a new black prisoner
>he does it the absolute madman
>put in solitary confinement
>almost succeeds in committing suicide
>gets put in mental ward, gets out early on good behavior
>alienates himself from family and former friends, gets addicted to opiates
>decides to rob a convenience store for drug money
>about to pull the gun on the clerk when another robber enters
>fights him off and saves the life of the clerk and another customer
>gets an award from the mayor and proclaimed a "story of redemption"
>invited to speak at his former high school
>goes, pulls a gun and murders two girls, then commits suicide
>what is American History X
But in all seriousness, when he is shanking the guy make sure that he is motivated by protection, not because of racism. Also just have him commit suicide at the school, and you will have something that maybe has been done only hundreds of times instead of thousands.
I like this a lot, nice twist with the other robber. The one thing I would suggest expanding on is his motivation to commit suicide. His award and communal praise might serve to alleviate what would have otherwise motivated his suicide.
Sounds kind of pointless, and not the good kind.
Maybe if you made the redemption bit the middle, and he spends the second half trying to tell people he's not good, and everyone just thinks he's modest. He was just trying to save himself.
From that point on, everyone starts taking moral agency away from him. He steals a car, drives it to the police station, and, since they know he's redeemed, they assume he just found it abandoned.
Goes in to hold up a bank, manager recognized him and takes him into back office to give him a personal loan to get him back on his feet, for publicities sake, never gets a chance to pull the gun.
Rapes a woman. She's seen him on tv, and had been fantasizing.
A few more incidents.
He just wanted to get back into jail, but people keep thinking he's good when he knows he's bad. That's what motivates his suicide.
>Later in the narrative the protagonist begins to literally mutate on a memetic level into a demographically similar welsh nationalist in 2009.
study up on Finnegans Wake and you could probably pull this off
That's a good idea but also its kind of 'here we go again' next time his acts are misinterpreted.
Though at the end he could yell 'I'm the bad guy!' to everyone, kind of how in Falling Down Michael Douglas asks the cop 'I'm the bad guy?'
Two black men attempt to find authenticity, one in becoming the essence of whiteness and the other in the essence of blackness. As they get more and more extreme in either direction, they fall out with one another. Both of them find what they are looking for in a way, but it's incomplete, and they realize their old friend was on the right track in some ways, and they need to seek him out to attain harmony. After a series of misadventures symbolizing the perilous descent from the peak of enlightenment, which threatens simply to plunge them back into mediocre moderation rather than surmounting the extreme insight they have reached, they meet at a point symbolic of the synthesis of their two halves. Then they suck each other's dicks.
I feel like I can bring a unique perspective to it. I'm the son of a mixed race Zimbabwean woman and my father was a white Rhodesian. So I've grown up hearing the perspective of both sides of the country. Honestly it wasn't just the white farmers who lost when Mugabe won that power struggle. Think about all the people who fought and died only for a monster, who was worse then the British or the Rhodesians ever were, to gain power.
A dedicated but overworked memeologist struggles to find a balance between work and family. He then discovers a potential and likely meme disaster but is laughed off by the beauracrats and notoriously stubborn meme community. Now it's up to hi to save the world, but can he even save his family life?
A young Slovenian boy attends a film club in his school as a means to escape from the depression, social incompetence and existential anxiety brought about by his dysfunctional family and prominent speech impediment.
when jimmy jigglehead's souffle is ruined by the abrupt murder of his dog, he fights through a post-modern pre-enlightenment semi-viscous vision of the US in a quest to kill God himself and take back his beagle's weighty soul. rated t for teen
The story of a modern relationship shown only through the couples conversations. Each chapter would have two sub chapters to show the same conversation from both parties perspectives and how they feel about it. Eventually the conversations start to become different from one another based on how each person truly feels.
It's about a guy that takes a candy and because of it he starts to perceive the reality differently. The candy is inspired in LSD and ayahuasca. Then he discovers himself like a character tied in a fiction and encounters his author, whom after a lot of misunderstandings he asks him to change the mistakes of his life, restructuring his story. But the more he changes it the more reality and fiction become weird, and strange things start to appear in his world as well because the story being told is turning in a new story.
Sorry, I don't know how to express myself efficiently. English isn't my first language.
Not a book idea but a degenerate pleb tv series.
A muslim living in the U.S. minding his own business goes to guantanamo because kafkesque reasons and coincidences and by the time he gets released he decides to start a califate in north america.
>The opening of the show displays US greatest landmarks and monuments covered with muslim motiffs.
It's so shit i love it.
In the 1950s, a young man moves to his newlywed, saccharine wife's small hometown and discovers that the community is united in support of an organized crime syndicate, including the police force, of which he just became an officer. He attempts to feel at home and his marriage strains as he struggles to comprehend how almost everyone enjoys the presence of this seemingly benevolent criminal organization and has no desire to be rid of them.
A middling Italian Communist party member is being held in one of Mussolini's prisons. While awaiting for the verdict of his hopeless trial, he is somehow released at the request of Il Duce himself because the prisoner has inexplicably won the Giller Prize in Canada for Literature, a prize nobody has heard of and nobody can ascertain actually exists. The prisoner is assigned various guards and is spies on as he makes his way to Canada for a prize that doesn't exist yet and for a book he has never written. His journey and his absolute belief in the writings of Marx are jumbled and challenged as he is forced to make increasingly erratic and confusing stops. During this journey, where he encounters literary rivals he doesn't want, a confused British and Canadian embassy staff, Soviet agents and his own petty rivalries, he learns more of this unknown book that bears his name and signature.
It's a collection of vignettes about how 11 unconnected Americans spend their final 30 minutes before total nuclear annihilation
Been working on it for a little over four years. It's a piece of shit, but it's my piece of shit.
You should have him order the Royal Mounties or whatever passes for the Canadian CIA to assassinate him.
I really want to read this. If you've already got it published feel free to shill it, man.
everything in threes
>dentist with a problem with being straight forward
>granite worker who hates work and alcohol issues
>entrepreneur who spends his free time with historic cars and living with himself, smoking weed probably
i want things not in binary but in tertiary.
I don't post writing online. I've had my work stolen, plagiarized, and aggregated without permission in the past, so I find it's easier to just avoid the whole thing.
I genuinely appreciate the sentiment, though.